Dera.
“Zara!” I called, flipping the last pancake in the pan. Here I was, stuck making breakfast when the other people in this house were nowhere to be found. “Is there no one else in the entire house?” I pondered out loud.
Two hands circled my waist. If I wasn’t so familiar with them, I would have been frightened. They were broad and enveloped me in a warm and secure embrace.
Soft lips brushed my cheek, and all the built-up frustration melted away, along with my resolve.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he whispered in a deep voice that made the spatula slip from my grip.
I turned around to hold him, his beehive awakening a desire within me for more than just an early morning peck. I took his wet lips in a frenzy, surrendering to him as he lifted me and placed me on the counter.
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